swinging Looking out on a vacant field Used to be filled with burley t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in Indiana Sister's
, yea) Verse 2 Here we go My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels, a baby grand piano Lighting a hop, smoking a cig, strumming on a banjo The son of man's
kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano for the children of the king Cry baby cry Make your mother sigh She's
Here I sit A vampire at my piano The flames burn glaringly higher And the eyes that stare through the darkness Though they have no form There's
table Wit' his leg stuck up Yonder come the children Wit' a spoon and a glass Catch the gravy droppin' From it's yas, yas, yas They do the nasty boogie
kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano for the children of the king Cry, baby, cry Make your mother sigh She's
could have run away But where would I run to where would I stay All of the hopes All the visions and dreams Have just disappeared with the children's
shot of whiskey Now come and rub my belly, a little game of (Paper, scissors, rock) O's and X's Hollywood squares X's and O's Bloody tic-tac-toe Not
ga ga boop boop sha wah wah wah wah wah wah! Baby Kermit: She's gonna be a movie star! And she's gonna learn to drive a car! She's gonna be a vetenarian
made sure the doors were locked Put water in the puppy's dish Wrote a check to the children's piano teacher Turned the dishwasher on And Dad called out, "Honey, what's
the displaced bloodline With the white jail bait, thinkin' like the keys on Prince's piano will be just fine So, there it is for all to see Now what's
It's clear to us this love affair Has self combusted everywhere And I don't feel so debonair My piano collects dust A funeral with no mourners I wish
you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me You think illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy theory? That's why Conservative racists are all runnin
the ozone falling Apart before you And recycling's a bitch I've got just one wish That his children won't grow up In a freaking trash can A piano's
ouml;kkäykseen, isiensä uskon puolesta se taistelee. Kun valo katoaa he esiin marssivat ja miekat rautaiset pian ilmassa tanssivat. Ei henkiin
chest and rattle Stand in front of your piano But we know what's going on Yes, we know what's going on We're the children of the choir, hey And we know